CrystallineFlurry

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

very, very experienced, and he is unfront about it with you that yes, in his early twenties he was a bit of a sleaze that slept around a lot, using it as a way to deal with his emotions whenever he felt too much…and yes, he still is, but only with you now, and genuinely loves showing off he knows what he's doing, that he knows how to make you cum so much that you go stupid just for him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

obsessed with riding, he loves watching you bounce in his lap, using him for your own pleasure. he doesn't care how you move, what you do, but being able to watch you lose yourself as you use him and his dick for your own pleasure, hands braced on his chest to bounce up and down is something he will never get tired of. and when you let out that cute whine of his name, hips barely moving except grinding back and forth on him because you're getting too close to keep going, he's immediately helping, planting his feet against the floor, bed, whatever surface he can use, and fucking up into you, making sure he can get you over that edge like you need.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

even if it's the meanest hate fuck or the sappiest, most love filled sex, he's always going to crack some kind of joke, some kind of tease that just makes you giggle and hold onto him a little tighter, curl into him a little more, and soften up just the right way.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he's groomed well, but will never ever get rid of his happy trail, because it looks so fucking good paired with his tattoo and he KNOWS it. sometimes he throws out the idea of dying it to match the colors of his tattoo but he's lowkey paranoid about the scent of hair dye lingering around his dick.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

some days, enjin just needs to go slow, needs to be tender, needs you to really show how much you love him for being him, not because he's a cleaner, not because he's cocky, but because he's worth something to you. when he's like this, he's slow, gentle, giving deep, slow thrusts, pulling all the way out before pushing riiiight back in, kissing you constatnly. but even if it's the roughest, hate filled fuck, he's kissing you sweetly, pressing his forehead against yours as he glares into your eyes and constantly mutters "fuck, i love you, i love you so fucking much, you make me insane" because it's true. no matter how rought a session is, he's gotta say it, got to know this isn't just sex for him, that you are his and he is yours.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he's really sexy when he jerks off, it kind of pisses me off. he'll casually be sitting near the window, cigarette in his hand and his cock in the other as he lazily strokes himself, his hand going up and down the full length with a wet schlick, schlick, schlick, and every time he focuses right on the tip, his head tips back as he exhales the smoke into the air, a deep groan following after. sometimes, if you show up, he'll beckon you over, having you lean in and give him a little kiss while his other hand is still moving…and he'll oh-so sweetly whisper,"c'mon baby, spit on it for me, get me wet a lil' more." and the fucking moan he lets out is so sexy, and his hand is suddenly speeding up. enjin's so debauched when he's masturbating, it's genuinely insane.

K = Kink (g: giving, r: receiving, b: both)

cumplay, face fucking, bukkake (g), lactation, spit kink, dacryphilia, scent kink, sensory deprevation, high heels, clothed sex, belly/throat bulge, light bondage (b), breathplay (b), brat taming (b), cock rings, edging (b), free use (b), overstimulation, face slapping (r), spanking (g), breeding, degradation, pet play, biting, play fighting, glory holes, praise kink (b), size difference, voyuerism, exhibitionism, daddy kink (r), mommy kink (g), orgasm control (b), somnophilia (b), humiliation (g)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

if it's not in the back of a car, he loves fucking you in public. whether it's grabbing you and pulling you into a public restroom ("i know baby, its gross, i'll be quick though, c'mon, spread 'em for me") or in a cramped alley way ("shh, shh, c'mon, i gotcha, fuck, here? okay, yeah, yeahyeahyeah, jump up, 'm gonna fuck you against the wall"), he loves the thrill of possibly getting caught. and it's not just public-public spaces that he enjoys, but i'm talking his buddies are all gathered in your living room space of your little apartment and he's rutting into you against the kitchen countertop, knowing damn well they can hear you hiccuping back your moans and that if they turn their heads, they'll see your pretty face smushed against the counter, trying not to look at the poor flustered guys in your living room.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

what turns him on the most is your pleasure. he's absolutely obsessed with you and making you feel good, whether its sexually or romantically. you get happy because he did something for you and you smile at him? hard as a rock. you kiss him on the cheek before he has to leave to run errands or head to HQ? tip is leaking in his boxers. you tuck your panties into his pocket for good luck? he's fucking you in the doorway of your apartment before he leaves. your happiness is his ultimate turn on, and he lowkey hates it because it means you get him hard from the simplest of things.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he's kind of iffy on the idea of getting physical with you, he doesn't know if he could ever slap you in the face. he'll slap your tits, your ass, your pussy, but he genuinely doesn't think he could ever bring himself to do it to your face, even if you begged him with those pretty eyes and cute pout. it just…makes me sad to think about you tearing up from the sting.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

while he always jokes that 69ing gives the best of both worlds, he's whipped for some pussy. the type to get upset when you pull away because its too much, because your overstimulated, but he's not done. he's making out with your pussy, giving big fat licks up and down the enitrety of it, two fingers spreading you open so he can lap up every drip of your slick that pours out of you, lips kissing all over your clit between mean sucks, mouth pressed against it as he licks it over and over and over again while he's pumping those thick fingers in and out of you, trying to coax more of your wetness out for him to lick up.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

for enjin, it all depends on what the 'vibe' is. for any normal sex, it starts off slow and ends up desperate, his hands gripping either you, the headboard, the sheets, whatever he can get a hold on as he practically growls out how much he loves you wrapped around him, his hips slapping into you at a quick pace. but if he's angry/pent up/frustrated? he's fucking you into the mattress and he's giving you deep, mean thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix as you can't do anything but take it. if he's sad/sappy/really happy, he's an absolute loser, kissing, whining, begging you to tell him you love him, kissing you before you can even finish your sentence as he just rolls his hips into you, barely pulling out of you as he pants into your mouth, his fingers laced with yours.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

enjin loves quickies and is obviously down for them whenever you are, but just know, that's just the appetizer. the quick shuffling of clothes to the side, just enough time for both of you to feel good, the hushed and hurried moans and curses, god, he lives for that, but it's not enough to leave him truly satisfied, he needs you completely bare, needs to have you loud and open about how good you feel, and will be back to make sure he gets the second part of your quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

with you, he's down to try almost anything and everything. if it puts you in any genuine danger or health at risk, he's not gonna do it, but risky shit like fucking in public, using toys in public, sending a slutty picture to one of your shared friends you both know are into you? he's alllll for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

the amount of times he has made the joke 'i'm called enjin for a reason, baby' is sickening. he can last for a long fucking time, and the fact he loves his cock rings doesn't help. he refuses to cum until you do…at least 3 times, and he always aims to make you give him 5 orgasms. so he can make one round last 40 minutes to an hour and a half, but if you piss him off, you'll be locked in the bedroom all day and cumdrunk before he even puts his dick inside of you. his refractory period is a bit long, so once you make him cum, give him 10 minutes to get his baring back and he promises, he'll drag you through another hour long round all over again if you need him to.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

all the toys he owns are things he bought to test out on you. he's a freak, and an even bigger weirdo when it comes to seeing the different ways he can make you feel good. he's got bullet vibes, rabbit vibes, nipple clamps, handcuffs, ropes, dildos, suction toys, ball gags, blind folds, vibrating wands, bunny tail plugs, and all kinds of lubes. sure, he's got his cock rings he uses on himself, but otherwise he never really uses them on himself…but he's not against you getting the upper hand on him and getting those damn handcuffs on him and using the vibrators on his tip and the wands on his balls…not opposed to that at all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

that's all he ever does, is tease. in private, in public, he's teasing you to get you riled up, and he especially loves it when his teasing makes you frustrated, makes you shove him away and huff his name in that stern voice, because he can feel how hot your skin is getting from all the dirty shit he's whispering in your ear, the way his hands are massaging your thighs, or the way he'll grope you a little bit before slipping away like nothing happens. he thinks you're cute when your frustrated and pent up, and won't give anything else until you come to him and admit you need him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

lots of groans, choked moans of your name, sometimes a little whine here or there. oh, and absolutely loves loooooves dirty talking, making sure you can't hide from his words, even if you try to hide your face, he'll get nice and close to your face as he repeats himself, making sure you heard him. oh, but he pants like a fucking dog when he gets close, voice getting choked and raspier as he gets closer to cumming, all of his desperation for you really coming out in his voice so you can hear just how obsessed he is with you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he's really fucking gross and likes to make you cum all over him, soaking his clothes whether its his pants from making you grind against his thigh, or his shirt from making you squirt all over his mouth, he fucking loves the reactions he gets from his friends when they see him with a big ole grin and drenched shirt/sweats, and will 100% ask if they want to get a taste from his clothing like an ass.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

enjin is a shower, at a nice 7.3in/18.5cm and a nice thickness that makes it not too much…but it's still a lot. he's nice and veiny too, with a nice, thick one right on the underside that makes him twitch violently if you drag your tongue over it. but jesus christ the curve on it is demonic, it's curved so perfectly that no matter what you do, he always hits your sweet spot perfectly, his stupid, thick tip bullying against it everytime he's inside you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it's so high, he could be in the middle of bleeding out and you say you need him, he's some how putting the body power to stop the bleeding for a moment so he can make you cum. but realistically, he's genuinely always ready to go, and has made sure you know this because he's more than happy to be your outlet for him. and if you have the same energy, you could be in the middle of doing laundry in the most basic outfit ever and he's groaning as he tries to eat you out over those ugly, green pajama pants.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Enjin barely listened. He took another SIP from his glass, eyes tired and red beneath the dim yellow light. Nights like these happened every now and then after jobs. Too much alcohol, too much noise, and Bro running his mouth until somebody threatened violence.

Usually it was entertaining. Tonight he was tired and on the edge.

Then Bro suddenly grinned mischievously.

“Aight,” he said, leaning forward. “Serious question. If you could spend one night with anybody we know… who?”

Gris immediately looked unimpressed. “That’s your serious question?”

“Yes.”

“That’s pathetic.”

“And yet you’re thinking about it.”

Gris clicked his tongue and drank instead of answering.

Bro pointed accusingly. “See? See? Ya got someone.”

Enjin exhaled some smoke through his nose. “You’re both idiots.”

“C’mon, boss,” Bro laughed. “You gotta answer too.”

“No.”

“That means yes.”

“It means shut up.”

Bro cackled loudly enough that people at the next table glanced over.

Gris rolled the ice around in his glass before speaking flatly. “If it’s just one night?”

Bro slapped the table. “Hah! I knew it!”

Enjin’s eyes shifted toward Gris without much interest. “At least pick someone good,” he muttered.

Gris shrugged. “Probably her.”

Bro blinked. “Her who?”

Gris looked at him like he was stupid, then he said your name.

Something inside Enjin went still. Dangerously still and suddenly he was more aware of every stupid word coming from then. And… really Gris?

Bro barked out another laugh. “No way. Seriously?”

“She’s attractive,” Gris said simply. “And smart enough not to annoy me. That already puts her above most people.”

“Huh.” Bro leaned back, considering it. “Y’know what? Fair.”

Enjin’s grip around his glass tightened. Bro continued, completely unaware of the shift in atmosphere.

“I’d probably pick her too,” he nodded.

The sentence hit harder than it should have. The glass was one second away from splintering in his grip, cigarette burned down without Enjin taking another drag.

“Really?” Gris asked.

“What?” Bro shrugged. “You seen her lately? Plus she laughs at my jokes.”

“She laughs because she feels bad for you.”

“Still counts.”

Gris hummed thoughtfully. “I think she’d get bored of you fast.”

“Nah,” Bro grinned. “I’d charm her.”

Enjin’s jaw tightened. Bro kept going.

“Actually, now that I think about it—”

“You talk too much.”

The words cut through the conversation like a blade through butter. Bro blinked and Gris’ eyes immediately lifted towards Enjin.

The irritation on his face was obvious now. The narrowing of his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled around the glass hard enough to crack skin if he pushed further.

Bro stared for a second before grinning slowly. “Ooooh.”

Enjin already looked annoyed. “What?”

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

“There’s nothing interesting about it.”

Bro leaned forward like he’d just discovered treasure. “‘jin… you jealous?”

“No.”

“That sounded real fast.”

“I just don’t wanna hear you idiots talking about her like that.”

Gris tilted his head slightly. “Why not?”

“Because it’s annoying.”

Bro looked delighted. Absolutely delighted. Enjin looked murderous.

“Do you liiiiike her?”

The glare Enjin sent him could’ve killed a weaker man. Bro only laughed harder.

“Oh fuck, you do.”

“I don’t.”

“You literally got mad the second we mentioned her.”

Enjin clicked his tongue and reached for his drink again, but Gris spoke before he could ignore them.

“You’re possessive.”

The statement landed with uncomfortable accuracy. Enjin’s eyes flicked toward him instantly.

Gris continued calmly, “You hated hearing us talk about her.”

“Anyone would.”

“No,” Gris replied. “They wouldn’t.”

Bro was practically vibrating with excitement now. That idiot.

“Wait wait wait,” he interrupted. “Does she know?”

“No.”

“Have you confessed?”

“No.”

“Have you at least flirted with her?”

Enjin went silent. Bro stared, then burst into wheezing laughter.

“You’re hopeless.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re acting jealous over a woman you haven’t even made a move on?”

“I said shut up.”

Gris rested his chin against his hand, watching Enjin carefully now. “You really like her. Damn, didn’t think we’d ever see the day someone like you fall for a woman.”

That irritated Enjin even more, because yes he did.

More than he wanted to.

More than he should have.

And hearing Bro and Gris casually talk about wanting to spend the night with you made something ugly twist in his chest.

The thought of you laughing at Bro’s dumb jokes. Touching Gris. Looking at either of them the way you looked at him sometimes —

Crack. The glass finally gave in and fractured in his palm, thankfully not hurting him.

Bro immediately pointed. “Oh, he’s mad mad.”

Enjin stood abruptly from the table. The chair scraped harshly against the floor.

“Where you going?” Bro asked through laughter.

“To find her.”

Gris raised an eyebrow. “At this hour?”

Enjin grabbed his coat without answering. Bro looked like Christmas came early.

“Please confess tonight,” he called after him. “Or at least try to smooch her. I wanna hear the story tomorrow.”

Enjin shot him one last glare before walking out into the cold night air. If he stayed another minute listening to them talk about you like that someone was going to lose teeth.

There was a note of irritation in your voice. Enjin lowered his gaze to your hands. Only then did you realize your fingers were, in fact, trembling slightly. It became terribly embarrassing.

“That doesn’t count,” you mumbled, hiding them in your sleeves.

The corner of his mouth twitched, barely noticeable. Almost a smile at the fact that he had noticed. But that “almost” made something inside you feel warmer.

Enjin sat down beside you. Not too close, but not as far away as usual either. There was only a palm’s width of space left between you, and you suddenly realized you were paying far too much attention to it, as if it were something enormous and important.

For a while, the two of you were silent. You looked ahead. So did Enjin. In the distance, the outlines of the street darkened; here and there, lights flickered, and somewhere far away came the muffled clang of metal.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he suddenly asked.

You blinked.

“What?”

“Tomorrow,” Enjin repeated calmly. “After lunch. You don’t have a mission, right?”

You slowly turned your head toward him.

“Are you keeping track of my schedule?”

“Semiu told me.”

“Let’s say she did. Why were you asking Semiu about my schedule?”

That was when Enjin fell silent. And the silence was so suspicious that, for a moment, you even forgot how to breathe. He was the first to look away. He stared off to the side, as if he had suddenly discovered something incredibly important in the darkness. Then he let out a short breath.

“I wanted to ask you to go for a walk.”

You kept staring at him.

“A walk?”

“Yeah.”

“Just a walk?”

“No.”

For some reason, your heart dropped.

“No?”

Enjin scratched the back of his head, and for the first time in the entire conversation, he seemed unsure of himself. It was so unfamiliar, especially because it wasn’t happening in battle, not in front of a trash beast or some other danger. It was here, beside you, on the most ordinary steps beneath the cool evening sky.

“A date,” he finally said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

You froze. Everything around you became too quiet. Even the distant voices seemed to fade even further. The wind swept down the street, tugging at the edge of his cloak and stirring your hair, while you still couldn’t understand whether you had heard him correctly.

“What?” you asked again.

Enjin looked at you.

“I asked you out on a date.”

“You?”

“Me.”

“Me?”

“You.”

“On a date?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“We can keep repeating this for a while, but the point won’t change.”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.

“Wait. I thought you didn’t like me.”

Now Enjin was the one who went still. His face was lit by the sudden flare of his lighter. He took a drag, and then his lips stretched into a smirk.

“And what gave you that idea?”

“Well…” You grew flustered, but it was too late to back down. “You barely talk to me. You don’t even look at me. I mean, you do look at me, but somehow like you’re judging me. You sit as far away from me as possible. And sometimes you act like I don’t exist at all. It’s kind of strange to confess you like someone after all that. Don’t you think?”

With every sentence, his face became more unreadable. But now you were noticing the details. How he gripped the handle of his umbrella a little tighter. How he clenched the smoldering cigarette between his teeth. How the line of his shoulders tensed, and how, for a brief moment, his gaze turned guilty.

“I wasn’t acting like you didn’t exist,” he said, unusually quiet.

“You were.”

“Not on purpose.”

“That doesn’t change much.”

He sighed and dragged a hand down his face.

“I thought if I kept bothering you too much, you’d decide I was annoying.”

You blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“You look that way sometimes.”

“How?”

“Like I irritate you.”

“I look at everyone like that.”

“Maybe.”

You couldn’t help it and snorted. Enjin smirked too, very briefly, but this time it was less tense and more real. And that little smirk made something inside you ache. Because you liked him. A lot. Much more than you had allowed yourself to admit.

“I didn’t think you could…” You faltered, searching for the right words. “Well, be scared of something like that.”

Enjin turned toward you.

“I wasn’t scared.”

You gave him a pointed look. He held the pause.

“Fine. Maybe a little.”

You smiled. And Enjin looked at that smile as though it was the very reason he had finally decided to speak.

“Do you really want to go on a date with me?” you asked more quietly.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

He said it simply. Without flowery words or unnecessary drama. As if it were something obvious and, at the same time, incredibly difficult.

Your breath caught.

“But you never…”

“I know.”

“And you always…”

“I know.”

“And I thought…”

“I figured.”

You fell silent. Enjin leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. His voice became lower, softer.

“I’m not very good at things like this. Things that are… ordinary. Where I can’t just stand in front of danger and tell everyone else to get back.” He paused. “But I like you. I have for a long time.”

You felt your face begin to burn.

“How long?”

“Long enough.”

“That is a very evasive answer.”

“I was trying to sound mysterious.”

“You sounded suspicious.”

“That works too.”

You laughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve. The laugh came out awkward, breathless, but sincere. Enjin looked at you without turning away now. And you couldn’t understand how you had ever thought he was indifferent. If you looked closely, there was too much in that gaze: restraint, caution, warmth he had hidden for a long time, even from himself. And something else, something hard to catch, but certain.

“Okay,” you said.

Enjin raised his brows slightly.

“Okay?”

“I’ll go on a date with you.”

His face barely changed. But you noticed how he exhaled, as though he had been holding his breath all this time.

“Then tomorrow after lunch.”

“Where?”

“There’s a place.”

“You planned this in advance?”

“No.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Enjin.”

He looked away.

“A little.”

Your smile widened.

“So while I was thinking you barely tolerated me, you were planning a date?”

“Not the whole time.”

“How long, then?”

“Long enough,” he said again.

“You’re terrible.”

“But you agreed.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Sounds like a win.”

You wanted to say something sharp in response, but suddenly he took his cloak off his shoulders and draped it over yours. The gesture was simple, almost casual, but Enjin’s fingers brushed your shoulder for a second, and you froze, unable to move. So did he. You were too close now. For the first time, you weren’t keeping your distance. And that distance seemed to have grown charged between you.

The wind passed down the street again, but now you were warm. Not only because of the cloak, but because of his presence. Because he was sitting beside you and no longer trying to pretend there was nothing between you.

“You were still cold,” he said.

“And you still noticed.”

“I noticed a lot, actually.”

You looked at him. Enjin wasn’t smiling, but his gaze was gentle.

“I just didn’t say anything.”

“Then you should start saying things more often.”

He was quiet for a moment, but after glancing at you, he answered:

“I’ll try.”

And for some reason, that sounded more important than any grand promise. You pulled the cloak closer around yourself, hiding your smile in the collar.

“Tomorrow after lunch, then?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t be late.”

“I’m the one who asked you. Why would I be late?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll change your mind.”

Enjin looked at you so seriously that the smile disappeared from your face on its own.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

You swallowed.

“Good.”

He tilted his head slightly:

“Good.”

And once again, the two of you fell silent. Only now, the silence felt different: without the usual awkwardness or emptiness. Now it was a warm promise between you.

You sat beside Enjin on the steps, wrapped in his cloak, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe everything had been much simpler than it seemed. Maybe he hadn’t been avoiding you because he didn’t like you. Maybe he had simply been afraid to come closer.

lets be fr you'd probably have to be the one to ask Enjin out because if it were up to him he would flirt with you and do all the boyfriend things without actually putting a label on it forever

why? I couldn't tell you

he probably has the slightest fear of commitment but he gets over it because it's not like he has anyone else in mind

he's just cautious about most of his relationships (platonic or otherwise) because of his upbringing

he thinks he's this suave, smooth guy but really 8 times out of 10 he's a big dork and about to make a fool of himself

the times where he actually flirts successfully is when he's not trying

when you actually get together he dials it down a bit, now more comfortable and the things he says/does comes more naturally

i think Enjin's love language would be physical touch but like not in a freaky way yk?

he just enjoys skinship whether that be cuddling at night, holding hands or having an arm draped over your shoulders

i don't think Enjin is super possessive/easily threatened but if he feels like someone is looking at you a certain way for too long he pulls you in by your waist and kisses you before throwing them a sideways glance

he's not shy about pda either but his kids(team akuta) are actually really sick of it

you always get shotgun while he's driving, his palm resting on your thigh while the car flies towards wherever it is you need to go

and since he drives crazy if you guys ever get close to crashing/flying off a cliff/flipping over his arm instinctively shoots out to try and keep you pinned to your seat

despite appearing difficult to some people Enjin actually listens to you, even when you're being bossy

like yes pls take the lead and bark commands at him it's so hot

yk what else he finds hot? when you're possessive

he doesn't go out of his way to make you jealous but he notices when you scoot closer and cling to his arm, shooting a glare at whoever it is that's eliciting this reaction

and when your grip tightens ever so slightly around his bicep? oh yeah it drives him crazy

ALSO I THINK PEOPLE DONT AKNOWLEDGE HOW STRONG THIS GUY ACTUALLY IS ENOUGH

LIKE ARE WE FORGETTING HE LITERALLY SENT JABBER THROUGH A WALL?

and that wasn't even using any anima it was PURE STRENGTH

ahem anyways

yes he is strong and awesome and will carry you whenever you want it doesn't matter how heavy you are

im not an Enjin girlie per se but i see the appeal everything about him is sexy as hell